Unveil the pentagram,
And feel the demons lust,
Come watch the holy men,
Who look on in disgust,
Come taste blood,
And feel the heat of Satan’s breath,
Look in the sky’s and see,
The warriors of death,
All hell breaks loose,
Hell’s breaking loose,
Witching hour.
Rollin’ just like thunder
Tryin’ to get you down
Mistreatin’ everything
If you were king he’d take your crown
If you were a dead man
He’d take ya from your grave
He will not mourn for you or me
Take me through the centuries to supersonic years Electrifying enemy is drowning in his tears All I have to give you is a love that never dies The symptom of the universe is written in your eyes
Θλίψη, αγωνία , πληγές, απογοήτευση…
Όλα αυτά κι άλλα τόσα μέσα σε αυτόν τον δίσκο των Anathema.
(Το εξώφυλλο υστερεί, αλλά η έκδοση του διπλού LP είναι πιο χορταστική)